Nina Hjerpset-Østlie My beast, my age, who will try to look you in the eye, and weld the vertebrae of century to century, with blood? Creating blood pours out of mortal things: only the parasitic shudder, when the new world sings. As long as it still has life, the creature lifts its bone, and, along the secret […]
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